Post by Rachel Scatter on Sept 30, 2011 21:23:51 GMT -7
Rachel had just gotten back from taking a shower after taking a long, decent run. She scampered back to her room, shaking her wet hair out, then finding something really comfortable to slip into. After she had made a quick change, she brushed out her hair, taking note of the darkening roots. She knew that she needed to get more red hair dye, and wrote a note down in one of her notebooks to ask Orion for dye. Rachel then ripped the page out of her notebook, and tacked it up on the tackboard, over her homework schedule. Yet she probably wouldn't notice doing that until much later.
She knew that she should probably sit down, and actually force herself to do something she knew she needed to get done, yet she was just so uninspired and unproductive to do anything that really needed to get done. Rachel knew the consequences, and she didn't care if she ended up in detention. So she spent an hour in a classroom, drumming her fingers along a desk, and staring off into space. Her imagination was just as active as when it was back when she was a child, and it was there to save her when she was stuck in boring situations like detention, and having a best friend who never got caught made the active imagination come into handy.
The redhead pigtail-braided her hair, then skipped out into the commons wearing some sweatpants, a shirt much too big for her (she had done forgotten where she had gotten it, be it at a store or actually from a boy), one of her plaid shirts, and a tie that was wrapped loosely around her neck. She flopped down into one of the couches, picking a couple grapes off from a vine, and nomming on them as she glanced out the window. She watched the trees sway with the wind, and found herself frowning at it. Autumn was coming quickly, and she hated autumn, because it meant that it was going to get colder, and then it would snow, and then how would she be able to run when there's ice covering every inch of the school grounds? Then she would have to sit inside all day, and that was never really fun to Rachel.
Rachel sighed, then spotted a Rubik's cube lying on the coffee table. It was left all mixed up. She was reluctant to grab it, but she settled into a more comfortable position once she had retrieved the cube, and she started to work on it, trying to remember the series of moves she had to make in order to make it work. She swore, she had to go down 4 times, right 4 times, up 4 times, then left 4 times...or was up, left, down, right? Rachel stuck out her tongue as she worked, not noticing the other soul that had entered into the dormitory.
Words: 497
Muse: Eh, she sorta died at the end
Notes: ...I spent...I believe six hours on this. I got distracted, putting it easily. xD
Tags: Dionysus kids, anyone else, etc. etc. etc.
She knew that she should probably sit down, and actually force herself to do something she knew she needed to get done, yet she was just so uninspired and unproductive to do anything that really needed to get done. Rachel knew the consequences, and she didn't care if she ended up in detention. So she spent an hour in a classroom, drumming her fingers along a desk, and staring off into space. Her imagination was just as active as when it was back when she was a child, and it was there to save her when she was stuck in boring situations like detention, and having a best friend who never got caught made the active imagination come into handy.
The redhead pigtail-braided her hair, then skipped out into the commons wearing some sweatpants, a shirt much too big for her (she had done forgotten where she had gotten it, be it at a store or actually from a boy), one of her plaid shirts, and a tie that was wrapped loosely around her neck. She flopped down into one of the couches, picking a couple grapes off from a vine, and nomming on them as she glanced out the window. She watched the trees sway with the wind, and found herself frowning at it. Autumn was coming quickly, and she hated autumn, because it meant that it was going to get colder, and then it would snow, and then how would she be able to run when there's ice covering every inch of the school grounds? Then she would have to sit inside all day, and that was never really fun to Rachel.
Rachel sighed, then spotted a Rubik's cube lying on the coffee table. It was left all mixed up. She was reluctant to grab it, but she settled into a more comfortable position once she had retrieved the cube, and she started to work on it, trying to remember the series of moves she had to make in order to make it work. She swore, she had to go down 4 times, right 4 times, up 4 times, then left 4 times...or was up, left, down, right? Rachel stuck out her tongue as she worked, not noticing the other soul that had entered into the dormitory.
Words: 497
Muse: Eh, she sorta died at the end
Notes: ...I spent...I believe six hours on this. I got distracted, putting it easily. xD
Tags: Dionysus kids, anyone else, etc. etc. etc.
just wanted to pop in and say i miss yall
I'm in the middle of another book at the moment. 
